Adrian and Karl stepped into the Forge Mastering building, the heavy iron doors creaking shut behind them with a dull thud.
The building was massive, its interior split into two distinct sections, each sprawling in size.
The first section greeted them with a resemblance to the Rune Making Hall. There were rows of wooden chairs lined up in neat order, facing a wide podium at the front.
The second section, separated by a thick stone wall, was sealed off by a heavy door.
Adrian's gaze lingered on it. 'That's got to be the Forge,' he thought, imagining the heat and clang of hammers that surely waited beyond.
The hall was empty when they entered. Not a single soul lingered, not even the Instructor. He frowned, glancing around.
"Strange," he muttered under his breath. It made sense, though. Most students were probably still at the cafeteria, shoveling down lunch to recover from the morning's drills.
